Seeing from Satelites

Just a fantasy of 3 groups of people and then me. One the famous idols(stars). The other people who give freely. Next is just the average person with a dream. And last is me.

Submitted:Mar 27, 2010
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And if the earth stops turning. And what we've heard has been
forgetten. Alll the wandering birds. Catch us by surprise. All the
lost souls taken away. To a much brighter place. All the crowds of
wandering visitor. Here to see the one last perfomance. All that is
young becomes older. And all the elders are gone. I'll keep waiting
for my chance to shine. For falling stars will be shimmerring.
Glances of Falling stars sweet like sugar. A fine spice of
cinnamon. Merrement in the offering. To ones who have given. They
write the stories. And reach deeper than glory. In their hearts
this is happiness for the journey they've lead. To them life
doesn't stop at the grave. Instead they are handed the right to
watch Falling stars the all knowing. And fore know above all this
chaos. And for years I fought now I'm at ease thinking That I'll
be the fifth tip to the right. Of another Red Satellite. My
Satelite Catching glimpses of falling stars in time for the next
show. Next show dressin the idols of known. Let them fall, let em
fall, more than them is the average child. Worth as much as
falling stars. See you Gleeming to the glow of meteor shower.
Beautiful hour of falling stars. Falling stars Times are changing
you Neva get a second chance to make a second choice. So act quick
before it's too late. Put my mistakes on a golden plate. Lay them
there cause it's to late to clean them. Through this understanding.
I made a decision. On the day I found my place. Was the day I flew
off to space. Riding my red satellite.